Mother

My dear old mother God rest her soul Way up in the heavens Now surely a holy saint ‘Cause when she was alive She was kind to a fault Had the biggest heart Of anyone you’d seen She would bake a million Cakes ‘n pies of every sort And people from miles around Would line up at her door And she was so shrewd Fed a family of six on a dime Could stretch a dollar Like nobody’s business She learned to play poker Became the best I’d ever seen Had only one vice, poor Mom When she’d dip into the gin That’s why to this day I’ll never turn down A Beefeater or Tangueray In her honour, chin chin Mom I love you And I miss you, Bottoms up ! Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest GIN IN THE MORNING sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 5TH